Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brunei and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lakeside to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.